Gosh, I never ask for reassurance either, and am less likely to do so the more I feel I need it. I usually work so so obsessively hard never to show my insecurities that the entire relationship can feel as though it's defined by my attempts not to need anything and to appear to be comfortable, secure and accommodating. Occasionally I realise that actually "normal" people even seek reassurance at times, and so why should I hold myself to a standard above the norm, and yet somehow I always do. I think if I could somehow be invisible and non-existent within a relationship, then I would.
And like Philippa, I recently also had an experience whereby a friend - a fellow PTSD sufferer - misinterpreted something I had said and thought I was attacking orcriticising her. I can honestly say that I absolutely wasn't and was so clueless as to what she was upset about that I felt ridiculously exposed by how much I had to ask her to explain, just so that I could respond and try to understand what she was upset about.
It was truly horrible. I don't doubt that she felt awful and threatened too, but I felt so panicked and exposed and terrified that I could barely breathe and flooded into an unnecessarily overdetailed explanation of what I had actually meant, which didn't seem to reassure her at all, which made me panic even more... honestly it made me want to run and run and run.
I felt humiliated and sic to my stomach. She seemed to remain suspicious and unconvinced. The entire interaction was palpably awful. It's excruciating from whichever side you're on.
Maddog
And like Philippa, I recently also had an experience whereby a friend - a fellow PTSD sufferer - misinterpreted something I had said and thought I was attacking orcriticising her. I can honestly say that I absolutely wasn't and was so clueless as to what she was upset about that I felt ridiculously exposed by how much I had to ask her to explain, just so that I could respond and try to understand what she was upset about.
It was truly horrible. I don't doubt that she felt awful and threatened too, but I felt so panicked and exposed and terrified that I could barely breathe and flooded into an unnecessarily overdetailed explanation of what I had actually meant, which didn't seem to reassure her at all, which made me panic even more... honestly it made me want to run and run and run.
I felt humiliated and sic to my stomach. She seemed to remain suspicious and unconvinced. The entire interaction was palpably awful. It's excruciating from whichever side you're on.
Maddog